the Black Latex dress

All the options had their own appeal, but the one that turned me on the most was definitely the black latex dress. I pulled it out and held it over my naked body in the mirror, examining how tight it looked, and admiring the shine from it as it reflected the light from the ceiling.

It didn’t appear to have any zips, and after a dip into Jessica’s memories I soon found a special body lube in one of her cupboards to help slide into the dress. I lathered it on my breasts and back, nipples spiking up at the feeling as an increasingly familiar heat began warming in my pussy again. I bit my lip as I slipped the dress on, the lubricant letting it slide on easier as the constriction from it wrapped my skin.

I idly pulled its spaghetti straps up on my shoulders as I admired the vision in the mirror. Jessica stood in front of me, her taut body squeezed into tight black latex, her breasts raised a little by the pressure in a way that made them look so pert, her long legs stretching out of that short skirt, and her ass perfectly captured in the shiny skin tight material.

I could feel the latex starting to warm with my body heat, and it wasn’t the only thing. I was blushing intensely, an embarrassment taking me as I felt the dress stretched over my skin. Before today, I’d never cross dressed or anything, even if I’d always felt a forbidden pull towards it, wanting to know how a woman’s clothes would feel, the sway of a skirt while I walked…

Now I was fully immersed in that forbidden fantasy, and I felt so naughty. I pulled my skirt a little lower, my hand bunched up as I moved my legs a little. A deep desire to be bad was bubbling away in me, both to lose myself in doing twisted acts and immerse myself fully in the role of a sensual bad girl. I felt like I could get away with anything, and another part of me deeply wanted to be caught, and to be punished.

Making this even hotter for me was the skinwalker ability. It would be erotic enough just wearing Jessica’s latex dress as myself, but wearing it in her skin too? The woman in the mirror wore it better than I ever would, and her body just oozed sex appeal. I got close to the glass of the mirror, looking over the small freckles and little things on Jessica’s face, before flashing her “fuck me” eyes into the mirror. The reflection looked every bit the part of a succubus who was craving both cock and pussy, and wouldn’t have trouble getting either.

I couldn’t resist anymore and started making out with the mirror, letting my tongue rush against the cold glass as my saliva dripped down, leaving a trail on my face and the mirror. Breaking contact, I blew a little kiss and sat down at her make-up table, stealing the knowledge of how to apply her make-up for a night out as the unfamiliar girly thrill of foundation brushes, eyeliner and glossy red lipstick made an already gorgeous woman into a true sex Goddess.

I finished her look with a choker, black patent leather heels and earrings, marveling at the sensation of putting those earrings through Jessica's pierced ears, a first for me. Standing in front of the mirror one last time, I gave a sultry gaze before heading out into the party.